Dave and I caught her.
We were out of breath
From chasing her down the
Shore of the lake.
It was Dave who put her
Up against a big tree;
He wouldn’t let her go.
I kept hoping Mr. Snyder
Would come out
And start down to the lake
To cast for his lunch.
Sun would be up soon.
Dave was pulling up
The front of her dress
To the point where
He shouldn’t.
He started reaching
Inside her dress
Just as I retched.
I was sweating terribly
And shaking all over.
This is just not right!
Just not right!
I looked around, and
Just before Dave put his
Hands where they don’t belong,
I struck him hard in the
Back of the head with
A large rock.
Dave fell flat on his back,
At the feet of the girl,
Eyes open, not moving.
She was smiling, almost
Sickly glad.
She kicked him in the side
And spat in his face.
She thanked me with a big hug
And a peck on the cheek,
Then ran along the edge
Of the lake,
Heading north,
Disappearing in the fog.
©2017 Steven Barto
Sometimes it’s like that. I would’ve took the rock and told you to run and never speak of it.
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